Voyage of Mysteries

Chapter Sixty Four: "How Many Phobias Do You Have?"

After having a hearty breakfast of steamed buns and roasted tilapia fish, Cassio sat down in the chair to properly digest the food. Joana was doing the housework so he was relieved that he could rest his mind without getting distracted. The bad news? Joana was almost done.

With that short period of time Cassio decided to contemplate his existence without necessarily triggering a brain splitting migraine. He decided to think but not think too much about the matter.

First of all, where do I come from? Cassio thought within himself, his eyebrows squeezed. I have gleaned that I am of noble blood with great cooking skills and a little combat prowess, is it possible for me to discover my place of origin looking into those aspects? If that's the case, why doesn't Ethan know how to cook or fight? Does he, like me, need something to trigger his subconscious, bringing out those inherent traits which have been buried deep within him?

Cassio turned to look if Joana was done with her chores and wa